"
"Blessings upon him!" cried Lady Trafford, fervently. "Show me your warrant!" said Wood, almost driven to his wit's-end; "perhaps it
isn't regular?"
"Ask him who he is?" suggested Thames. She could still remember his face, the perpetually wet
lips that turned down at the sides, his drooping Roman
eyes. I wouldn't be in his skin for a trifle!"
"But he may peach," said Smith casting an oblique glance at Jackson. That for you!" And she snapped her fingers in his face. "You play?" asked McClintock, who was sorting the rolls. Great vistas of history opened, and she and
her aunt were near reverting to the primitive and passionate and entirely
indecorous arboreal—were swinging from branches by the arms, and really
going on quite dreadfully—when their arrival at the Palsworthys’ happily
checked this play of fancy, and brought Ann Veronica back to the exigencies of
the wrappered life again. The sun shined weakly through brief pinpricks
90
in the thick cloud cover, the weather was brewing a
storm. "
With this, he was preparing to follow his friend, when their egress was prevented
by the sudden appearance of Jonathan Wild and Blueskin.
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